They love the taste of blood,
Sell you a bit and your hooked for life.

They want you in their glove,
You're their left hand, for they jerk off with the right.

See things my way?
Never again.

I've lost too many to part with another friend,
But it all goes up your nose eventually in the end.

For, now that we think about it,
Since the beginning did we set up our end.

And now I laugh at it,
For death around my door makes the white my friend again.